Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Where memories of us used to flow,
I tread the paths we once did know,
In a world now touched by sorrow’s woe.

The laughter in the wind has ceased,
The warmth of love has been released,
Shadows of our past increased,
As time’s relentless march has teased.

Your voice, a distant, haunting song,
In dreams where I no longer belong,
The days of joy now seem so wrong,
For love so pure, it was so strong.

Yet in this heart, a quiet ache,
For you, my love, was no mistake,
Though paths diverge and hearts do break,
Your memory, I’ll always take.